Just Like in the Movies, pt. 3

“Hello, girls,” a store greeter said. “Is there
anything we can help you find today?” I started to say that we were just looking before
Amy interjected with, “We’re looking for negligee.” With a smile, the woman pointed to a corner.
“There are a few racks over there. You might find
some on the sales racks, too. Let me know if you
need any help.” Amy started over to them, and I followed after
muttering a shy thanks. “What size?” Amy asked. “I’m not sure,” I answered. “How do the sizes
work, exactly?” “Some go as a normal pants size would,” she
answered. “Others are the typical small, medium
and large.” “Okay, then,” I replied. “Try a five and a medium.” “I think you could wear a small, Lacy.” “You think so?” I looked down at my stomach and
patted it. “I don’t think I’m a small.” “You’re perfect.” She smiled and continued
searching through the lingerie. I started looking,
too. I found some that I really liked, but I still
wasn’t too sure about the sizes. I was too nervous
to ask if I should try one on, but I didn’t have to;
Lacy asked for me. “How about this one?” she said, holding a blue
lace bra and thong set up with a matching silk
robe. “It’s really sexy. And I’m sure it’ll fit you.”
She held it up to me, and I stepped back, slightly
embarrassed. “You need to try it on, I guess.” “I’m sure we’re not allowed to.” “So we’ll ask.” “No!” But it was too late. She had already stopped
the greeter from before and had asked the
question. “Yes, the dressing room is over there.” She
pointed to an open door. “There are several
dressing rooms in there. Just choose one, and yell
if you need anything. We ask that our customers
leave on their underwear when trying on lingerie,
though.” “No problem,” Amy replied. “Come on, Lacy.” Disgusted with myself, we went into the corridor
and saw that all of the rooms were empty. Amy
walked right into the room on the end, the biggest
one there. She called me over and she shut and
locked the door. I had never changed in front of
her before, but I didn’t have any problem with it then. She mimicked the woman. “‘Leave your
underwear on.’ God! Go ahead, Lacy. You won’t
know how they really fit unless you take
everything off.” “No way! Other women might have done the
same thing! Nasty…” “Nah. And even if they did, it’s not like it’s all that
disgusting.” “What are you talking about?” “Just do it! I promise, it’ll be fine.” I hadn’t minded CHANGING in front of her.
Stripping down to nothing but my nakedness was
a little unnerving. Reluctantly, I agreed, and
removed my shirt, shoes, and pants before
standing there in my underwear. “Go ahead. I’ll look away if it’s that big of a deal.” “Look away.” Amy sighed and turned around. I
had pulled my undergarments off before I noticed
she was watching me in the mirror she was facing.